The Gift of God
Chandan Chatterjee

The  Earth, The  Moon, The Sun,
The Sea, The River, or The Cloud,
The forest, the Mountain, or the Grazing land,
Everything is your gift.

This smile, this cry, this feeling of separation,
This happiness, this peace, or the  burning  day and night,
This pain, this agony, or the relief from  sadness,
Everything is your gift.

This love, this affection, this eagerness ,
This pray, this obtains, or  this satisfaction,
This heart, this mind, or this loneliness,
Everything is your gift.

This winter, this summer, or the change of seasons,
This cloud, this sun rays , or this storms
This drought, this flood, or this snowfall,
Everything is your gift.

This war, this peace, or  this violence,
This oppression, this injustice, or the word of peace,
All  of these are your gift.


O God, you present  in every corner, in every soul, into the heart of all,
You present,  in every atom, in every nucleus , omnipresent ,
You present, in every hour, in every minute, in every second.

Hey father, shower your word of  nectar, to enlightenment us
From the darkness to the light,
From the ignorance to the knowledge
From the death to immortality.

The End